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End of an Era	By : SirenSong Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Nightwish Views: 1733 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
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Title: End of an Era
Author: Aurelia (a.k.a. GoldSiren on FF.net)
Rating: NC-17, just to be safe
Pairings: Tarja Turunen/Marcelo Cabuli (mentioned), Tarja Turunen/Tuomas Holopainen
Warnings: Angst, Self-injury, Alternate reality, Hurt/comfort, Language, Possible violence (more warnings may be added later)
Summary: After being expelled from Nightwish, Tarja has to find a new path in life- but everything’s changed. Left alone in the world, can she still achieve her dreams or are they now too far away?
Disclaimer: This story has been written without gain and I neither know nor own the people involved. Lyrics used are not my own and artists used with be noted through out the story. Nightwish songs and lyrics will be the most commonly used and all actual setting are made up although the towns, etc are real. Please don’t sue; I’m only a poor student…
Author’s Note: Many bands/singers/songs mentioned (same goes for last few chapters!)… I wish I owned them but, alas, I do not… Lyrics: ‘Angels’ by Within Temptation, ‘While Your Lips Are Still Red’ by Nightwish (sort of).
*End of an Era: Here Comes the Cavalry*
… She’s falling so quickly and she knows that she’s going to hit the bottom soon, fear rises up within her and she tries to grab hold of anything she can! There mustn’t be much left now, she feels like she’s been falling forever- isn’t there anyone here to help her? To catch her before she lands?
“Shhh, honey, shhh… You’re safe here, just relax…” A voice whispers from the darkness and she feels someone take her hand. She’s not falling anymore, but she’s floating, back in the shadowy place.
Figures are moving through the shadows, she’s sure of it! Slipping in and out, hiding in the darkness.
Is she waking up?
She hears footsteps as she shadows seem to shift again, revealing colour amongst the darkness. She can hear the people in her room as they speak, the voices different…
Weren’t Vibeke, Lauri and Ville meant to be here?
It doesn’t sound like Lauri or Ville when the man speaks, “How long has she been unconscious?”
“Since yesterday,” the female answers, it’s so familiar…
The man, Aaron- Tarja realises with a start- sighs and a chair creaks as if someone is sitting down. “So everyone’s taking turns staying with her?” Not hearing a response, Tarja guesses that it’s non-verbal, hoping that the woman speaks again soon. She wants to know who it is!
Another female voice comes from the other side of the room, “have they come to see her?”
“They damn well shouldn’t!” Tarja recognises Viktor’s voice immediately, surprised at the anger in his tone. She’d never heard him sound that angry before, and the boys always got into arguments when they were practicing…
“Viktor…” The first female says chidingly.
“For fuck’s sake, Anneke! They have no right to come and see her now! If it wasn’t for them, she wouldn’t even be here!” Viktor snaps, his voice followed by a loud thump. Someone hisses in what seems to be pain and Tarja thinks that it’s most likely Viktor.
The second female- Sarah Stanton?- laughs dryly, “feeling better now, Viktor?”
There’s no response for a moment and Tarja hears the person next to her shift, “I think you dented the wall, Viktor…”
A second passes before Aaron exclaims, “yep, the wall’s dented!”
Tense laughter fills the room and even Tarja feels vaguely amused, although it’s a very remote feeling. It’s a bit like she knows she should be amused, but the happiness is just out of her reach.
“So the doctor’s think we should be talking to Tarja?” Sarah asks and Tarja hears another seat creaking, followed by something being moved around on a wooden surface. It sounds very loud, very close- perhaps the desk is next to her head or something?
“That’s what Sharon told Vibeke. They think Tarja should be able to hear us and that having more people who care for her around will help her get better,” Anneke answers and, again, Tarja feels amused- she can hear them!
The bed shifts now, making her feel a little strange as the shadows all seem to tilt.
It’s a bit like being on a boat as everything rearranges, some things seeming to slide around as the shadows clear slightly, becoming greyer in some areas but blacker in others.
“Alright then,” Sarah says, “Hey Tarja, the nurses and doctors here are really cool. They’re doing a great job looking after you and Aaron and I have had to sign so many ‘My Dying Bride’ posters and CDs that my hand’s going to start cramping as soon as I see a pen from now on.” Hearing a sharp slapping noise, Tarja wonders what’s going on as she hears Sarah yelp, “what was that for?”
Sighing, Aaron asks, “what are we supposed to say, Anneke?”
“I don’t know, I asked Vibeke and she said Ville, Lauri and her just chatted, telling funny stories and anything they could think of. Apparently, Lauri sang ‘Lucifer’s Angel’ for her and then the two boys sang ‘Bittersweet’.” Anneke responds, giggling slightly.
The hand holding her’s squeezes slightly and Tarja feels as if she’s actually cared for, but does she have anything worth holding on for? All of these people care, but…
Did Nightwish? Had Tuomas, Marco, Jukka and Emmpu even come to see her? Did they know? Did they even care whether or not she survived? So many others had been, though. Sharon had come, so had Radu, Raphael, Vibeke, Ville, Lauri… Viktor, Aaron, Sarah and Anneke were here now and Jason… Jason had ‘saved’ her…
She guessed that her family were coming, although her divorce from Marcelo had caused a lot of friction and nothing had been resolved. Had anyone called them?
Did Marcelo know?
Tarja felt a chill race down her spine- she didn’t care if he knew or not, she didn’t want him to come here.
Plus, he’d be furious if he’d checked her Will. He didn’t get anything anymore!
“Why don’t you sing something, Anneke? I don’t think anyone else is willing to.” Viktor drawls and Tarja can practically see him in her mind’s eye, his dark eyes glittering mischievously.
Laughing, Aaron adds, “I’m willing to do stories, but I don’t think me singing a song is that great of an idea. I’d feel like a fool!”
“Don’t look at me!” Sarah says, suddenly, “I don’t sing for anyone!”
“Well, Sarah, tell the truth.” Aaron says with a laugh, “there were those few times…”
A slap echoes through the room once more and Tarja wonders if someone shouldn’t be separating those two… Or if they shouldn’t be getting a room… “Shut up, Aaron!” Sarah responds and Tarja lets herself drift back into the shadows, she feels so tired…
… Some time later, sound breaks through once more and she immediately recognises Giorgios’ voice, raised in anger, “no, they cannot come in here! I don’t care what they say, this is their fault and I will not have them in here making the situation worse!” Another voice sounds, distant and indistinguishable, “If Viktor was here, he’d say the exact same thing! So would Radu, Raphael, Ville, Aaron, Sarah- shall I go on?”
The sounds of a scuffle drifts over, “Giorgios, move!” Cristina sounds angry, Tarja realises as soon as she recognises the voice.
“I will not let them in, Cristina!” Giorgios states firmly.
“Janne, Mikko! Help me out here!” Cristina pleads and Tarja realises that two of the HIM boys must be here…
The two men converse in Finnish for a moment, debating the wisdom in taking sides and whether or not Tarja would want to have ‘them’ around. She wishes she could just ask who everyone was speaking about- who is ‘them’? Is it Nightwish?
“I’m sorry, Cristina,” Mikko says a moment later, “I don’t know if it’s wise to have them around her right now. With everything that’s happened…”
On her right side, someone shifts in their chair; “Perhaps we should ask Jason for his opinion? Or wait until Tarja’s family arrive? They may have a better handle on the situation then we do…” Janne’s voice is soft as he makes the suggestion, trying to soothe the Italian woman as she and Giorgios face off.
“Fine!” Cristina snaps, “but I don’t agree with this!”
The door slams shut and Tarja strains to wake up; wanting to know what’s happening- is Tuomas there to see her? Marco? Emmpu? Jukka? All of them? She wants to know, do they actually care what happens to her? Is it Marcelo?
If it is Marcelo, Tarja thinks, don’t bother telling him politely- just slam the door in his face!
Then again, Cristina knows how she feels about him… She knows what he did…
It must have been Nightwish…
… Time seems to have passed without her knowledge once more as there’s a new voice in the room now- her mother’s.
“Of course not! If it hadn’t been for him then Tarja would still be happily married and we wouldn’t be in this mess! I don’t know what she was thinking, anyway. The break up of Nightwish gave her the perfect opportunity to work in the Opera! Instead she was running around with that other band!” Her mother sounds frustrated and Tarja finds her imagination running away with her, wanting to tell her mother off. She knew what Marcelo had done; it hadn’t been Nightwish’s fault!
Someone sighs- Giorgios maybe? “Mrs. Turunen, with all due respect, Tarja wasn’t ‘running around’ with Fallyn- she did a charity event. And I doubt Marcelo and her would have stayed together whether Nightwish said what they did or not…” Definitely Giorgios speaking, Tarja decides.
“And Tarja hated the Opera- she gave it a shot for that time while Nightwish was taking a break and she didn’t want to go back,” Cristina adds, her voice soft and gently.
Harrumphing in frustration, her mother continues lecturing, “I don’t really think it’s a good idea that you’re all here, filling Tarja’s head with the wrong sort of thoughts. Really! I think it’s best that you and your friends leave, Tarja’s family is here now and she doesn’t need people like you to help her get better. Thank you for supporting her when we weren’t here, but it’s unnecessary now. When Tarja wakes up, I’m sure she’ll do what’s best for her; Marcelo has already told me how sorry he is for what he done and that he wants Tarja back…”
Tarja struggles against the shadows that try to hold her back, pulling her into the darkness. She cannot let her mother say these things!
“I’m sure they’ll reunite and everything will be fine again, even if Tarja chooses not to work.” Her mother adds, the sound of two chairs scraping along the floor following her words.
“Mrs. Turunen, Tarja already is working. She’s doing well in a completely different arena- didn’t you know?” Cristina asks, her voice slightly condescending underneath the amused tone. “Tarja’s novel is topping the Best Sellers list and she’s got another two that the publishers are eager to release…”
Her mother’s hand is holding onto hers and squeezes painfully; Tarja hadn’t mentioned the novel to her mother yet…
Taking a deep breath in, Tarja’s mother says, “it doesn’t matter. The family will help set everything right and Tarja can apply to the Opera as soon as she’s better, the sooner she forgets Nightwish and metal music, the better. She’s lucky Marcelo’s even willing to take her back after this mess!”
Breaking through the surface, pain suddenly flares through her very world, the lights seeming to shatter the haze in her mind, giving way to a blaring headache.
Her throat is dry and her lids are heavy, but she manages to focus on her mother, forcing her mouth to work even though it feels so dry. Cotton-filled thoughts are pushed away as Tarja whispers, “get out.”
Green eyes clash with green; her mother’s widening at her words before she looks at Cristina coolly, “you heard her.”
Turning to look at Cristina, Tarja shakes her head slightly, feeling the pull of the darkness already as she tries to get her message across. Cristina steps forward, Giorgios, Janne and Mikko behind her as the door opens. Cristina’s hand is in hers and she sees Sharon come up to the end of the bed, Raphael, Radu and Jason following as relief lights their expressions.
“I want them out,” Tarja whispers. “If my family can’t accept the truth then I don’t want them around right now.” Swallowing thickly, Tarja meets Cristina’s eyes, pain reflected in the aqua pools as she struggles to stay conscious. “As far as I’m concerned, Marcelo is dead to me.”
Falling back against the pillow, her eyes closing against her will, Tarja breathes heavily. She feels so weak, so tired and so… hopeless.
It would have been nice not to wake up… To dream forever…
… Seas are shifting around her, moving and changing and Tarja finds herself in the shadows once more… Yay.
Even in her mind it sounds sarcastic.
But she can hear again, Sharon’s soft voice breaks through the silence, she’s singing and Tarja relaxes, happy to hear some music.
“Sparkling angel, I believe
You are my saviour, in my time of need
Blinded by faith I couldn’t hear
All the whispers, the warnings so clear…
I see the angels; I lead them to your door
There’s no escape now, no mercy no more
No remorse ‘cause I still remember
The smile when you tore me apart…”
Relaxing into the shadows, Tarja hears a soft knock on the door and Radu murmur, “I’ll get it,” as a chair scrapes back along the floor. Sharon’s stopped singing, probably watching as Radu goes to the door.
His footsteps fade across the floor, the door silently opened and a moment passes before Tarja next hears anything. It seems as if the whole room is holding their breath in anticipation and there’s not even the slightest sound before Radu snaps, “what do you want?”
“To see Tarja,” Comes a soft voice- Tuomas! “Cristina said we had to come back about now, she said that Tarja’s family may let us visit… Or Jason…”
Laughing, Radu responds, “Jason isn’t here, he’s left already and Tarja’s family…”
A moment passes, “what about them?” Another familiar voice, Emppu asks, a humorous lilt in his voice. “Did they take a vow of silence?”
Another chair scrapes against the floor and Tarja feels Sharon’s hand brush against hers for a moment before she walks towards the door. “Tarja ordered them to get out,” Sharon says, her voice soft.
The room remains silent and Tarja wonders if it’s worth the effort of trying to wake up.
“She woke up?” Tuomas murmurs, his voice only a little above a whisper, “when I spoke to Jason, he said she hadn’t woken up yet and that the doctors expected it to be a little while yet. That her body needed the rest to recover…”
Hearing the door thump against the wall, Tarja wonders what’s going on as Radu speaks, “her mother said some disagreeable things, apparently.”
There’s silence again and Tarja fights the darkness, curiosity winning over caution.
Yet her struggles seem to have little effect anymore and the more she fights the further she falls into the darkness. She wants to know what’s going on, she wants to wake up! But everything fades away…
… “Sweet little words made for silence, not talk
Young heart for love, not heartache
Dark hair for catching the wind
Not to veil the sight of a cold world”
The first thing Tarja hears the next time she finds herself in that strange place between dreams and waking is the sound of Marco’s voice, singing. She’d heard the song before when they’d performed it at Hand of Fate, it had been their last song of the set since they’d opened with their cover.
It was beautiful.
She can hear talking a little bit away and tried to focus on it, being distracted by Marco’s singing. It seemed so hard to focus on anything!
“Kiss, while your lips are still red
While he’s still silent
Rest, while bosom is still untouched, unveiled
Hold another hand
While the heart’s still without a tool
Drown into eyes while they’re still blind
Love while the night still hides the withering dawn”
“Are you boys going to stay with Tarja for the night?” Sharon asks, her voice gently interrupting Marco’s singing.
There’s silence for a moment and fear pools in Tarja’s stomach- they’re going to leave her alone again. Maybe they’re only here out of a sense of duty? She doesn’t want them to go and begs any deity that will listen, ‘don’t let them leave, please, please, please let them stay!’
Tuomas’ voice responds, breaking the intense silence, “Marco, Emppu and I can, Jukka may have to head home to help with Niki and Luna.”
Feeling like a weight had been lifted off of her shoulders, Tarja allows the shadows to claim her thoughts once more, drifting slightly but still listening to bits of their conversation. It’s a bit like listening to someone talking through random waves of silence. Or when you’re underwater.
“If Raphael and Radu throw a tantrum when they arrive tomorrow morning you can just tell them that I asked you to stay with Tarja tonight… Or tell them that Tarja asked you boys to stay the night- that will make sure they don’t argue the point.” Sharon’s voice holds amusement and, in her mind, Tarja agrees whole-heartedly. If she was awake, she would ask them to stay!
Chuckling, Marco asks, “Isn’t that lying? And what if Tarja wakes up while they’re here and tells them she didn’t ask?”
A kiss lands on her forehead and Tarja feels momentarily confused before Sharon’s hand squeezes her own. “She won’t dispute it, she’ll tell them that she asked if they comment.” She waits a moment before whispering, “I’ll see you tomorrow evening, Tarja, rest and get better. We all miss you…”
Footsteps head towards the door, freezing when Emppu calls, “why?”
“Why what?” Sharon asks, her tone patient and slightly teasing.
“Why would Tarja say that she asked us to stay when she didn’t? Why would she lie for us? Giorgios and Radu all seem to be under the same belief that we shouldn’t be allowed near her…” Jukka’s tone is quiet, serious, and Tarja can hear Sharon’s sigh.
Taking another step, Tarja’s not sure if it’s further or closer, Sharon answers Nightwish’s question, “Because she would want you here. She…”
“She?” Emppu prompts after a moment in waiting silence.
“I can’t say too much, Emppu, you know that. This is Tarja’s opinions and feelings we’re talking about and I don’t know what she would say I could tell you. Everyone at Hand of Fate could tell that Tarja missed you all and wanted to talk to you- but you were the one’s to fire her, so she wouldn’t approach you. Especially not when she still felt like the villain and was often treated like one,” Sharon falls silent once more. None of the boys want you here; some of the girls probably wouldn’t either… We’ve all gotten rather protective of Tarja, but she would want you here- just don’t hurt her again.”
The door shuts silently and Tarja swears that her heart must be racing, she feels like she’s just watched a particularly vicious horror-movie. Or ran a mile.
It’s silent in the room as the four men absorb what they’ve been told.
Tarja knows that it’s probably a lot for them to take in, but she still thinks they might have noticed something at Hand of Fate, everyone else did!
Soon, Tuomas’ pen (well, she thinks it’s Tuomas) starts scratching on the paper once more and the other three begin talking, discussing anything to pass the time. When Emppu suggests a card game, Tarja starts to allow herself to drift back into the shadows.
As reality fades once more, she feels a hand brush gently over her hair as Tuomas whispers, “get better, Tarja, we want to see you up and about soon… We’re here for you…”
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